The Day After

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Kokichi's POV

I fucking booked it out of there with the loot. The oversized drawstring bag I had slung over my shoulder repeatedly slammed into my back as I sprinted through the woods like a fucking gazelle. I could barely breathe and there was no room for thinking other than,

'Fuckfuckfuckfuckfcuk!! Run, you skinny bitch, ruunnn!!'

Let me tell you, roasting yourself mentally while running for your life is not only motivating but funny as shit too.

I finally let my legs collapse under me when I recognized the rendezvous spot. I tore my double-sided bandana off my face and gasped for breath, trying to focus on getting my entire body to stop quaking. In moments, my team stumbled in, each of them dying just as much as myself. A lanky man some years older than me catches his breath much faster than the rest of them and pulls off his SWAT helmet, revealing his messy, tangled, white hair. He pulled out his walkie and called for the truck to come by for pickup, then attempted to speak to me, his brave leader, but my heartbeat in my ears was still far too loud to hear anything over.

That and a single thought in my head,

'Hoolyy fuck! Shuma?! This is perfect! This will be the best game yet!'

Shuichi's POV

I flopped onto my twin bed at my uncle's house, absolutely drained from the previous day's events and only now getting home from scrounging the circus grounds for clues all night. First of all, I let those SWAT impersonators rampage and terrorize those people, then I did nothing to stop the phantom thief and he got away with some circus members' belongings plus that antique box, and oh yeah, my hat!

Not to mention what else he got away with because I let him... Even the tips of my ears blushed at the memory replaying in my head, the haunting feeling of his lips just barely brushing against my left ear, what made it worse was how I almost missed the contact.

Nope. No. Not happening.

"I need a smoke..."

I forced myself up and out of the house, ducking my head to avoid my uncle's stare. He wasn't mad or disappointed, he just pitied me, which felt even worse. As I made my way down the street I double checked my back pocket for my wallet and lightly picked at my bottom lip in thought. In a matter of minutes, I arrived at the store and easily purchased a pack Marlboro Reds, unlike last time.

I'm not sure why I bought this brand when I only tried it once, it was just as nice as Newports but different. It was different.

I hummed to myself, tapping the pack and pulling a fresh smelling cig out of the pack.

"Don't forget to flip the lucky, bitch-boy." 

The voice made me jump a bit. Again. Which led to his incessant laughter and more teasing.

"Every time! How does that scare you, every time?!" Kokichi leaned back against my chest, unable to hold himself up through his violent laughing fit.

I rolled my eyes and dug through my pocket to retrieve the Bic lighter Kokichi left me...oh yeah, I guess that's what I forgot do, add his snapchat. I suddenly hear Kokichi's laugh cut off and timidly looked over to see his eyes had gone into full puppy-dog mode. Then he started wailing.

"You still haven't added me, have you Shuma? You're so meannn! I thought we were friends!" 

His very abrupt switch from one emotion to another gave me whiplash, but I reacted immediately to his outburst, feeling such intense shame for making a midget cry.

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